“You okay? What happened?” He lifted his head, staring up at me. His mouth was glistening again.
My hands fell away. “Sorry. I sounded weird.”
“Calling my name?” His lips twisted into a smirk. “I told you, baby. My dream is for you to be chanting my name as you come.You do that and I’m going to completely lose it.” He dipped his head, licking my slit.
He’d lose it? What did that mean? That he’d come in his pants? The idea of that was so hot.
His tongue started doing that teasing circling, the one that made me want to hold his face in place and hump it. I clenched my hands on the comforter instead, staring down at him between my legs. I blinked, taking him in. It was like I didn’t recognize him. He could be anyone with his head bent like that. His hair looked like it had a bald spot. I hadn’t noticed that before.
“You still with me?” Isaiah asked, lifting his head.
“Aren’t you tired?” I asked. How long had he been licking me? His jaw must be aching.
Isaiah laughed, pressing a kiss to my clit that had me arching into him. “Don’t worry about me. I can do this all night.” His hands stroked my ass, making me gasp at the tingles it created.
“There you are,” he breathed out, before going back to circling my clit.
The sensation took longer to build this time, the ache more muted. My hands stayed clenched in the comforter instead of grabbing for his head. I couldn’t help but try to writhe as it grew, a moan slipping out. I needed more.
As if the moan was a signal, his tongue flattened, and he stroked right over my clit again. Sensation spiked, my legs beginning to shake. That had taken longer than last time. How long had we been doing this?
Was Neil even waiting anymore? Had he left me here?
The sensation fizzled and scattered, tears rising to my eyes.
“Fuck,” Isaiah muttered, his forehead resting against my stomach.
I cringed. He must be getting so frustrated. Was he going to get angry again?
“Stop. Let’s stop.”
He lifted his head. “I can keep going.”
I shook my head. “I don’t want you to.” A numbness was starting to fall over me, making me feel cold.
He rolled away from me, lying on his back.
My eyes burned. I pushed my skirt back down until I was covered before curling up my legs, trying not to cry as I held them. A sniffle gave me away.
“Oh, hey, it’s okay, Hailey.” Isaiah shifted higher on the bed, his hand stroking over my hair gently.
“I’m sorry,” I choked out.
“Don’t be sorry. You did so good. What I was doing, it felt good, didn’t it?”
I nodded, trying to swallow the lump in my throat.
“That’s all that matters. That we both enjoyed ourselves. It’s not all about the orgasm.” He continued to stroke my hair as I pulled in deeper breaths, willing the tears away.
I rolled toward him, making him pull his hand away. He still had a giant bulge in his jeans. I waved at it. “Did you want me to…” I’d gotten pretty good at blow jobs over the years. It was often easier to deal with than penetrative sex.
“What? No.” Isaiah sat up, frowning down at me. “You don’t come, I don’t come.”
I blinked at him. If Neil had that rule, he’d never have an orgasm. Startled at the thought, I began to laugh.
Isaiah’s lips twitched. “What’s so funny? I’m serious.”
That made me laugh harder. Somehow laughing made my tears loosen. My cheeks became wet, and I wiped at them with the back of my hands, swallowing my next laugh. I was acting crazy.
